Office Romance

The day that would see my life begin to change was, in most ways, no different than previous days. I got out of bed early and had breakfast with my husband. We shared a goodbye kiss then it was off to work, he for the electric company as a tech on the road and I for the office. He could go to work in jeans and I in a skirt suit.

Just benieth the surface lay a desire to be with another woman, a desire that gradually grew stronger. I knew that such a desire would rise to the surface and make me act on it.

At age 44, I still maintain a decent, if not spectacular, figure. Once 120 pounds, I've gradually gained weight making me 140 pounds at 5'6.

Jill Kristie, my 28 year old legal assistant, is a green-eyed redhead with the figure of a model. Her hair is styled with a center part and long whispy bangs. I find myself occasionally checking out her tits and silently guessing that they are 32 B. She seems not to mind that women check her out.

The time was coming up on 8 o'clock when I came into office of S. Colombo Atty. at law, my office.

"Good morning Stephanie," said Jill.

"Good morning Jill, I love that dress."

The flattery was not lost on her.

She was wearing a sleeveless white Floral bodycon. In the back it has keyhole with button closure and slit vent detail.


"How was your weekend," I asked.

"Could have been better," she replied, her eyes telegraphing a hint of sadness.

"OH?"

"Chloe and I broke up."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

For the time being I hid my desire to leave my husband. How much longer can I suppress my desire to be with a woman?

"I don't want to be her dirty little secret. I told her that. She introduces me as a friend not a girlfriend."

"That sucks," I replied.

The presence of another woman in her life had been a deterrent to she and I actually getting together after work. Now I could feel free to date her, or at least approach her. Her misfortune brightened my day.

"Her constant worrying about being caught is hard on me, on us. Anyway I'm tired of arguing with her over it."

That remark would stick with me.

Jill's sexual preference is not a secret to me. I've known it almost since the day she came to work for me 4 years ago.

Another typical day in the office passed quickly. As the workday

came to an end I found myself wanting to chat with my assistant.

Minutes before 5 o'clock I had the good fortune to find her still at her desk. She looked up as I approached her.

"Saturday if you're not busy can we go some place for lunch?"

"Sure, we can do that."

On Saturday minutes before 12 I parked the Lexus by a well-known restaurant nestled amid other establishments just off the turnpike and not far from the law office.

Jill waved. I joined her at her table and we fell into easy conversation. She was casually dressed in jeans. The sleeves of her white shirt were rolled up to the elbow and the top buttons open. The faint image of her bra held my gaze just briefly.

A tall, youthfull brunette with long hair framing an oval face stopped by our table.

"I'm Caroline. I'll be your server."

Jill and i enjoyed an unhurried meal of Linguine with clams, a dish which I had suggested.

"My mom makes this."

I remarked, twisting the noodles around my fork.

"It's delicious," she replied, having swallowed the first forkful.

We talked about my chilhood and hers. She's the youngest of four and the only girl.

My curiosity piqued, I asked, "how old were you when you knew."

"Puberty," she said, her tone matter-of-fact.

"I should've never gotten married."

"What?!"

How do I put this without actually saying it?

"I can't be intimate with Michael in the bedroom. It's been that way for a long time."

"Are you guys fighting a lot?"

"No No Nothing lime that. He's a great guy, a great friend."

"Stephanie are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"

I nodded.

"When did you figure it out?'

"Not long after my wedding day," I replied.

"Chloe and I met in a lesbian bar 4 years ago. She was seeing someone at the time. I guess they were having problems. She never went into detail about her relationship. Anyway 3 years later she and I started dating."

"You guys had a year together?"

"Yeah," said Jill. "I never understood why she wanted to keep it hidden."

Insecure maybe.

The next several days at work saw Jill and me trying to maintain the facade of being just friends. Even so, there were the stolen glances and text messages.

Friday morning two weeks since our lunch date saw the change in our relatioship. Sandra Locke witnessed our kiss outside my office.

"It's about time!"

What?

She continued. "You finally stopped pretending that there's nothing between you two."


I giggled.

"How do I tell my husband?"

"You'll figure it out girl."

Sandra had, over the years, told anecdotes about her and Keith and a bit about his personality. I had actually met him though we didn't talk much.

Nature called in more ways than one. In the middle stall my left hand found my clit as I sat on the closed bowl. Meanwhile, my brain connected the dots creating the image of me and Jill naked in the bedroom.

The orgasm that happened after roughly two minutes brought a big toothy smile to my face.

Jill and I started out for the exit at 5 01 that afternoon. No longer bashful about my sexuality, I interlaced my fingers with hers.

"My soon to be X husband is in for a rude awakening."

"Do you want me there for moral support?"

"I have to do this myself."

That evening as Michael and I sat facing one another across the dinner table my brain put the words together.

"I've fallen in love with someone."

Is that anger I see in your eyes?

"Is he anyone I know?"

Though his voice was calm it was not without emotion.

" Her name is Jill Kristie. She's my legal assistant."

"So my wife is a lesbian."

I gave a silent nod.

The following day Jill and I had a brief talk over lunch.

"My husband left last evening."

"Is he going to file for divorce?"

"I think so," I replied.

The picture of me and Michael on the dresser evoked some tears that I had been fighting back. Memories of my wedding day and the honeymoon, though years ago, were still vivid.

OH God. why couldn't I realize much sooner in life that I'm gay? I should have known it when I first put on a training bra. I could be happily married to someone named Jill or Janette.

Much later that evening while I was relaxing in my sofa listening to "The X Ingrediant" my phone chimed with a text from Jill.

It said, "Friday night dinner at my place."

I replied instantly. "I'll be there."

At 6 p. m. I found myself standing outside Jill's door holding a bottle of red wine.

Barely a second elpased before she opened the door.

"You look well put together."

I had chosen a Burgundy ruched v-neck bodycon mididress.

"This is the fourth thing I tried on."

"If you don't like the other three then I'll wear them."

Who knows? Maybe some day you will wear it.

The aroma of Italian cuisine wafted through the kitchen. The dining table was set with nice china. I took a seat facing the window overlooking a lawn.

After an unhurried meal of spaghetti Primavera and red wine we sauntered to the sofa. Jill's thigh pressed against mine. Our lips touched releasing passion. The kiss deepened.

As the sky darkened we dashed naked to the bedroom. Jill's caresses explored my body finding every erogenous zone. Soft moans of delight escaped my throat as my clit swelled under her fingers and wetness spread between the lips.

We awoke amid dishevled bed covers as the rising sun brightened the bedroom.

"My first shower with someone." I quipped as we toweled ourselves dry.

She giggled then quipped, "but not the last."